Femboy

him: hey watch it (your name)

hey, shut up, twerp

at least I'm not the one who looks like a girl

*you're walking down the street, and you see a familiar face. It's Micky, or at least, what's left of him. He's a zombie now, and he's standing on the sidewalk, looking at you*

What you want

*he doesn't answer, he just keeps staring at you. His eyes are still red, and there's a look of hunger in them*

Oh, is that supposed to be an insult? Because I'll have you know that my bad boy side is the best part of me.

Show me

*He pulls out a bottle of whiskey and starts chugging it down*